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Frank Iero

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"Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say" Frank said, trying to calm me down.

"Fuck you!" I shouted at him pausing for only a split second to take a deep breath.

"I thought it was obvious that that's what I wanted, I thought that honesty was what relationships were based on, but, I guess I was wrong." I said sounding more and more depressed with every word, as I spoke my voice shook and trailed off.

"That is what relationships are based on, I-" he cut himself off trying to piece together the rest of his sentence. I wasn't having any of this though, really, a fucking child?

Yes, the Frank Iero has a child. He has a 3 year old son who's named Charles, Charlie for short. I can't believe he didn't tell me, did he think I wouldn't find out? Did he assume I would be oblivious to the whole thing? Did he really honestly believe that he could hide something like this from me?

Without another word I started towards the hallway, shaking my head. I wasn't angry, really I wasn't, I was just...disappointed, you could say. Disappointed in Frank for not telling me, but also disappointed in myself for making him feel that he couldn't come to me about this.

I grabbed a medium sized duffel bag out of the closet and threw-literally-my clothes into it, just enough to get me through a few days. I grabbed my laptop and my various charging cords and shoved them in the bag as well.

"I just didn't think you were ready to handle a child" his voice came from the doorway, startling me slightly. Well, I guess he was right, I could barely function properly on a normal day, let alone try to help a 3 year old function properly as well.

"I may not have been ready to help one function on a day to day basis, but I wish you would have at least told me about him" I whispered. I zipped up the bag and threw it over my shoulder. I started to walk past Frank but he lightly rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Is this goodbye forever?" He wondered, his voice held sadness and a hint of regret. I wanted to just hug him and kiss him and tell him that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn't, I had to get away for a few days at least, I couldn't get roped back into my fast paced life without taking time to process this information. It wasn't fair to me, it wasn't fair to Frank, and most of all, it wasn't fair to Charlie.

"It's goodbye for a few days. Just until I can process everything and decide what I want. I'll let you know when the time comes what my final decision is, but, for now, I just need time for me." I paused walking through the house until I got to the front door.

"And don't try to call me, I need to be alone." I said turning to walk out the door. I paused remembering something I forgot to say.

"Just one more thing" I started. "I still love you." and with that I was off. I climbed into my car and headed off down the street and out of the neighborhood. I'm not really sure where I'm going, I just need to drive for few hours and think.

After spending the next 5 hours driving I came across a small motel. It was a series of small, two story, buildings with one bigger building towards the front which I took to be the administrative building. I parked just outside the cream colored building and walked in, immediately being greeted by a gust of cool air.

"How may I help you?" The overly cheery lady at the desk asked a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. I winced slightly at her words.

"I, um, I just need a room for a few nights, maybe five at the most" I said, eyeing the women up and down as I walked towards the desk.

"Name please" she said quickly whilst typing away on her computer. I gave her a funny look before speaking.

"Uh, right, put it under Holmes." I said giving her my mothers maiden name, I had since legally changed it to Watson, because I hated the name Holmes and wanted to keep the whole 'sherlock' theme going on.

"Oh" she paused "here's your room key" she said cheerily handing me a small key with the number '13' engraved on it.

"Um...do I need to pay" I said slightly confused as to why she didn't give me an amount of money to be collected.

"Your room was already paid for buy an..." she paused typing some more on the already worn out keys. "Fernando Iglesias" she said, making me chuckle lightly. Fernando is the name Frank goes by when he checks into hotels so he's not bothered by fans.

I shook my head saying a quick 'thank you' to the concierge. I drove around to building two where room thirteen was and grabbed my bag out of the passenger seat. I went up the stairs and into the small room, there was a small tv, a twin sized bed, a bathroom, and a small kitchen/dining area. It was pretty nice for a motel.

I dropped my bag by the small dresser that the tv was sat on top of and went over to the bed. On the bed there were two envelopes. One was a standard white one, and the other was a larger orange/yellow one that looked to be full of papers.

I kicked off my shoes making myself comfortable on the small bed leaning against the headboard. I held the white envelope in my hands examining it carefully before opening it. There was a picture inside of it along with a note.

Dear Watson,
I just want you to know that, yes it was me, Frank who payed for your hotel. I just felt horrible about the whole 'son' thing, but I want you to know that I love you, and that you can take as long as you need to make any decision you need to. I want you to know that I completely support you and your decision one hundred percent. In the other envelope is just some pictures and drawings, along with a few legal documents so you could learn more about Charlie. He's a good kid and I know, If you ever wanted to meet him, you guys would get along great; but I'm not pressuring you I promise take your time and I love you,
Love,
Fernando.

He signed it off, he was so quirky, like using my last name instead of my first and using Fernando instead of Frank. He was completely and utterly adorable.
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A few days later I had made up my mind and was ready to tell Frank. On the first night I got here I spent countless hours going through everything in the bigger envelope, in all honesty Frank's kid was pretty cool even if I didn't know him personally.

I packed up all of my things and drove the 5 hours back home to Frank. When I got to the door I took a deep breath before knocking. A few moments later Frank was at the door. When he saw me he smiled and pulled me into a big, tight, hug.

"Hey" he whispered into my hair. I whispered a small 'hey' back.

"I've made a decision" I said confidently. He pulled out of the hug and looked at me nervously. I spoke before he had a chance to say anything.

"I'm going to stay, I want to meet Charlie and hang out with him, but I am going to need some help adjusting to having a three year old around, and you probably won't want to leave me alone with the kid either because I'll probably fuck him up" at that he chuckled "but I want to stay, and meet him, and...yeah" I said finishing my train of thought, finally looking up into his eyes. Relief washed over his face and he smiled.

"Good, I was worried that you were going to leave, I mean I understand if you want to, but like it's better cause you didn't leave and I didn't have to go through another break up phase, so that's good" he rambled. I giggled lightly and pushed past him and put my duffle bag back in the bedroom.

Over the next year Frank gradually introduced his son to me, and, I'll admit, Charlie's starting to grow on me. In many ways he's just like Frank quirky and goofy, but I like it. Frank, Charlie and I have fun and I have a feeling that it's going to stay that way as long as we're honest with each other.